Category: Chicago

Amos: I’m the father! Papa! Dada! Did you hear me? Did you? No, you didn’t hear me. That’s the story of my life. Nobody ever knows I’m around. Nobody. Not even my parents noticed me. One day I went to school and when I came home, they moved. Amos: If someone stood up in a crowd And raised his voice

Roxie: Me and my baby My baby and me We’re ’bout as happy As babies can be What if I find That I’m caught in a storm? I don’t care My baby’s there And baby’s bound to keep me warm We’re sticking together And ain’t we got fun So much together You’d count us as one Tell old man, worry,

Velma: Hello suckers, welcome back. Roxie’s in there being looked over by the State Medical Examiner. She says she’s gonna have a baby. Now why didn’t I think of that? Velma: Can you imagine? I mean can you imagine? Do you believe it? I mean, do you believe it? I know a girl A girl who lands on top You

Roxie: One thing I know Velma: One thing I know Roxie: And I’ve always known Velma: And I’ve always known Roxie: I am my own Velma: I am my own Roxie & Velma: Best friend Roxie: Baby’s alive Velma: Baby’s alive Roxie: But baby’s alone Velma: But baby’s alone Roxie: And baby’s her own Velma: And baby’s her own Roxie

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Velma Kelly in an act of desperation. Velma: My sister and I had an act that couldn’t flop My sister and I were headed straight for the top My sister and I eared a thou a week at least (Oh, sure) But my sister is now, unfortunately, deceased Oh, I know, it’s sad, of course,

Roxie: The name on everybody’s lips Is gonna be Roxie The lady rakin’ in the chips Is gonna be Roxie I’m gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They’re gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just some dumb mechanic’s wife I’m gonna be Roxie Who says that murder’s not an art?

Mary Sunshine: When I was a tiny tot Of maybe two or three I can still remember what My mother said to me… Place rose colored glasses on your nose And you will see the robins Not the crows For in the tense and tangled web Our weary lives can weave You’re so much better off If you believe… That

Matron: Ask any of the chickies in my pen They’ll tell I’m the biggest mother hen I love ’em all and all of them love me Because the system works The system called reciprocity… Got a little motto Always sees me through When you’re good to Mama Mama’s good to you! There’s a lot of favors I’m prepared to do